I write poems every where i go

but I don’t consider myself a poet

I am not quite good enough for that

I wrote my first poem class

I wrote the next on an app

I wrote in books

And just now I am writing from the shower floor

I can write anywhere

ai can write here or there

Give me a paper and a pen

And let the magic begin

Words flow from my brain

through my body

merge with the ink

and the pen spits then out

Worss of wonder

courage and despair

They all lay there

Written and read once again

Its effortless nearly

Words are the air that i breathe

A key to survival

In a workd thats hardly worth living in

But even though I write

anything

anywhere

I still don’t think I am a poet